Yellou? Greek 

Droll^o^grams 




T. ERIE HILLARD 



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Ruskin-CaOe College 
Ruskin, Tennessee 



Yello\x^ Creek 

Droll-o-grams 

COMPILED AND WRITTEN 
BY 



T. Erie Hillard 






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Ruskin-'CaOe CoUege 
Ruskin, Tennessee 



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COPYRIGHT, 191 4 
T. ERI.E niLLARD 



HOV -7 1914 



DEOICATION 



By li'/iosc untiring vigils of tcndcrcst 
care and love I passed the first Mile- 
stones of Life — 

To her loho gave me birtJi and taught me 
lohoni to trust in daily stri fe ; 

These leaves are dedicated — 

That all my future days, ivhateuer they 
may bring, 

I shall ne\'/- shrink from dntj''s path nor 
ceo and the name 

or MOTHER. 



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A Biographical Sketch 

T. Erie Hillard, humorist, impersonator, scribbler 
gentleman and other things — mostly things — was born 
kicking upward at Jackson, Tennessee, January 8. i8gi. 
and has been kicking that way ever since. He began his 
career as aplatformist and humorist with "Twinkle, twin - 
kle, little star," at the age of live — the humor consisting 
in ''Dinkle.dinkle, 'ittle dar." Since that time he has de- 
lighted many large audiences — by not appwaring the 
second time Ilisdebntas a scribbler and writer of short 
sketches was made some years later in the columns of 
the Jackson Daily Sun, which scribbling was under the 
caption, li'isf ll'ads from a Foolish Ffllozv Since that 
time many ff)olish editors have accepted Wise Waas to 
hll extra space ( Especial mention should be made of the 
editor (jf THE SEAKCl-lLKH-iT, Ruskin, Tenn , A' / 
Killy, v\ho for two yc-ars i-rt'ctding the -insolvency oi 
said magazine, employed Hillard to write the "cover 
sentimen." for his paper — which v, as the chief cause of 
said failure.) During the summer of igri Hillard began 
to wish for a bigger brain-box and the following irdl 
started to Ruskin-Cave College to get one Not taking a 
degree at close of schf)ol. May ig, 1914. he took a wife 
This happened the next morrjing at 5 o'clock in tb,e 
President's library. 'J'he next fall Hillarrl went back to 
college taking his wife with him, at which time 'Yedlow 
^reek Droll-o-grams ' was pubiishecU 



Friend, Tomorrow may iiever come^ 
A7id Yesierdav lies in its grave — 

Today! is thine the race to run. 
With purpose steady, true a)id brave. 

The Author. 



A Foreword 

Fellow Pilgrim: 

This little volume has been invented for no 
other reason than that it might help me in my kicking 
upvv'ard and it is tremblingly handed to you by a fellow 
traveller up Life's Highway on which each new Mile- 
stone is passed more quickly than the last, trusting that 
in its pages you may find a thought to stay the flight of 
Time. 

I have merely taken .'advantage of that right 
due every Christian gentlenKin — the right of express- 
ing his own personal opinit>n. Many of the thoughts, I 
well know, you will find better said elsewhere. Only take 
them, I pray yo-u, as coming from a dreamer who does 
not always dream, hut who has listened many moonlight 
nights to the complaining ripple of Yellow Creek, hid 
away in the rock-crowned hills of Middle Tennessee, 
around whose banks and braes were spent my college 
days, and where I first learned that by his de<^ds man 
makes himself either a blessing or a cur^i 

Again, I pray von. do not take some of these 
opinions too seriousiw They are Ijut my own expressed 
to my own liking 

The Author. 



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"From Little Acorns QroW'' 

ittle drops of nonsense. 
Little "rains of verse. 
Keep the pessimistic world 
From arrowing any worse. 

Little jets of humor. 

Little jokes of tun, 
Keep the acritnonioiis man 

F'rom ":ointr on the bum. 



Little kicks of wisdom. 

Little bricks of thonG:ht, 
Keep the non-observing man 

From living all for naught. 



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A little smiling now and then 
Will keep a man from growing 

thin — 

Thin in giving, thin in buying. 
Thin in living, thin in dying— 
For if you smile when things go 

wrong. 

And till each day with lifting 

sone. 

You'll find that life will sweetly 

fl')W 

If'. streams of juy where'er you 
go. 



It'sa good thing to turn things 
over in vour mind. 



Money will take you a long way 
but it does not always bring you 
back. 



You'd better "drop off" if you 
are just "hangin' on." 



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There are two kinds of polish — 
shoe polish and charaeter polish. 
Most people are very partici.dar 
about the brand, of shoe polish 
they use, but you can sell them 
any brand of character polish on 
the market — just :,o it's cheap. 



The world is full of h-.zv people 
but a genuine idler is a rarity be- 
cause his niost startlin<4- charac- 
teristic IS thit he is alvvavs 
intensly busy. Moral; There ain't 
nothin' in doin' nothin' when 
there ain't nothin' to do. 



The woman o{ Yesterday spun 
by^the Icimplij^rht and was happy, 
Thd woman of Today is not con- 
tent until she spins into the 
limelight and then she is in most 
cases most miserable. 



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Sini^ me a Sonfij of the New 
Orcier of Things and pipe me a 
Hymn set to the Music of the 
Spheres. And see thou to it that 
the man who abuses not his wife 
be duly pensioned when the in- 
tjatherinii" comes. 



Time races, but never erases. 

Ir might be that the reason a 
great many people never back- 
slide IS because thev have back- 
slided to the bottom so often the 
slide IS so slick they can't climb 
up again. 

Let thy nind dwell in the 
Temple of Truth and thy Actions 
will take care of themselves. 

There's a difference twixr pass- 
ir.g Time and letting it pass von. 

One musf kuovv a whole lit-a^j 
to know when it is best to know 
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Work, Play, Study, Smile — 
season all with Love — five things 
worthwhile. 



Let NEED be your creed. 



'Taint what we do, it's what 
we don't do, that's hard to do. 

Look at folks — see if you can 
find your double. 

Make hay while the sun shines, 
and you'll s^^X pay while the 
moon shines. 

Ezra says: 

When yer kain't <iit 
whut ver want, want whut yer 
kin ijit. 

The Idler holds no Trump Card 
in the Game of Life. 

A *:rreat many preachers do no- 
thing but preach. 



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When a woman loves she gives 
herself — when a man loves he 
merely makes promises. 



Be polite, but don't smear it 
on. 

There's one good thing about 
a kick after all. It's usually 
?ipward. 

It is easier to give half the 
load than half the road. 



Ezra says: \ 

Some folks is like ( 

March weather in ther talk. 

Pass the corn bread and common ( 

sense, please. I 

A heap o* gumption an' plenty 

o' grir, 
Arr- mighty \zooi\ things for 

makin'^.a hit. 



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Unwind me a rhapsody of some 
future generation of Man who 
will love woinan in the right way, 
O laureled Mozart! and I'll give 
to thee transports ot listening 
angels for thy audience. 



When a man calls you a liar, 
first make an exntnination to see 
if he be correct. If you find him 
to be mistaken; then tell him how 
glad you are that it was he who lied 
and not yourself. If he be correct 
in his judgment, do not swat iiim, 
l)ut just compliment him on being 
sharper than you' and resolve to 
tell no n)ore lies. 



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Many a man is working hard, j 

Without no special order card, 

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An't got no 'tic'lar aim or view- j 

list steamin' up an' goin' \ 

through. 



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LOOK UP 

Lookup! And hear the song 
filled joy of early morn; 

Look up! And behold another 
day sunHght born. 

Look up! And catch new zeal 
from each dew-sprinkkd bloom; 

Look up! And know that work 
must crown the day at noon. 

Look up! And watch receding 
eve that fades from sight; 

Look up! And see the silent, 
star-kissed fields of night. .; 

Look up! And feel new life at 
ev'iy turn of day; 

Look up! And lift thy soul up 
higher on the way! 



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The Youth of Yesterday burned 

the "midnight oil" in lamps 

the Tangos of Tod'Hy burn it in 
automobile tanks. 



An open window keeps the 
doctor out. 

The front porch is often cleaner 
than the cistern. 



Ezra says: 

Sometimes yer 
neighbor lives in ther last house 
down ther street. 

Hull out an' wade in, 
Right up ter yer chin, 
An' if yerdon't win' 
Why, old fellew, jist grin ! 



A pound of silence is often 
worth a ton of talk. 



VISIONIZE ! 



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''They also serve who only 

stand '^nd wait" 
Depends on how you stand and 

what your state, 
For if you stand with pride and 

guile and hate, 
Then come some day a certain 

train to take, 
You'll find, alas, your ticket 

out of date. 



There are no happy selfish 
people. 

The life that takes everv thing 
in and gives nothing out is soon 
drowned in a sea of its own get- 
tings. 



Ezra sez: 

Some folks is sich 
slow goers they never gits to ther 
forks o' ther road. » 



Poor in pocket yet wealthy 

in heart, 
Gives a poor man a mighty 

good start. 



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If yon're all in down an' out — 

. whistle! 
Everything all in a pout— 

jist whistle! 
When you're feelin' sorter blue — 

aw' whistle! 

Whfen you don't know what to do 

— turn loose an' whistle! 

Somehow there is a lot of solid 
satisfaction wrapped up in the 
contemplation of that*^ay 'in the 
country; but after fislfing until 
sunset vou return in a mosquito- 
bitten-rage because the fish were 
off taking a vacation too. 

An ounce ofe sense is worth a 
pound of cleverness. 

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Remember, thou son of Bac- 
chus, that woman is a tender crea- 
ture and thou hadst best not 
handle her rouijhly. 



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The tears we waste with the 
time we waste 

Will some day stick us all up 
like paste. 

Sit up straight and meet your 
fate; the one who blinks is the one 
who sinks. 



Ye old thin-shanked skinflint? 
What if ye did get soaked? 'Twas 
ivhat ve needed. 



If you do not always keep your 
head level, try always to keep it 
square — if it be square it may be 
put level — if it be round it will do 
nothing but roll. 

Generosity rarely dies in pover- 
ty- 
Be sharp but never stick; 
Be wise, but don't be slick; 
Be firm, but don't be a brick. 



Be good to folks. 



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'Jever see a rose fade? Everv- 
thing fades. You will fade soon- 
er or later. So shall I. I hope 
to fade into something brighter, 
don't you? 



Great art consists in the effect- 
ual elimination of non-essential 
details. Great success consists 
in the effectual application of 
necessary retails. 

Get right, and in all thy get- 
tings get RIGHT. 

There vibrates in the atmos- 
pheie of everyday life a great deal 
of unn-ecessary noise. Old maids 
tattle it, children rattle it, young 

girls giggle it, small boys fibble it, 
old men brag about it, young men 
swag about it. Everybody is 
making too much fuss. In life's 
daily fight, day or night, try your 

might to keep quiet, Then the 
W/rv Coitic gets a chance. 



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Who does not feeta-nevv in May 
the quick'ning rhythm of the 
brooks at pl"ay — who does not 
heai the teeming, wood-note lays 
that swell the music of Nature's 
praise, does not know the mean- 
ing of Love nor is he worthy to 
love or to be loved. 



Your Idol is that thing you 
wish tor most. 

There is a great similarity be- 
tween some people's heads and 
typewritersithey both rattle when 
you try to ge*: words out of them. 

Henpecked: A very dusty con- 
dition of affairs brought about by. 
women sweeping with the wrong 
end of the broom. 

A woman who runs her own 
affairs at home has a great deal 
more brains than the woman wh^ 
is able to run the affairs of all her 
neighbors. 



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What you see determines what 
you'll be: 
Wine, theatres, cards, a dandy 

good time — sod-like ! 
Birds, flowers, purity, thoughts 

sublim.e — God-like ! 



A promise made — then brok — 
Were better never spok. 



-^Eat less: think more. Live in 
Egypt's flesh-pots and the Brain 
makes brick. 



As sure as, fate you will some 
day bankrupt, so do not take too 
much stock in the goods of this 
world. 

Home is where vour everyday 
shoes are and where everybody 
minds his own business. 

There's no way to keep a good 
man down. 

Man drives — Woman persuades. 



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''WHAT DOEST THOU?" 

Do you half do a thing, 

Or does a thing half do you? . 
Does your common work sting. 

Or does a sting help you thru? 

Does your mind go with you. 
Or do you go with your mind? 

Does ^our Brain know what todo, 
Or does what you do kill time? 

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ORDER is the mystic word — 
Fools dwell where it's never 
heard. 



God never laughs at us — but 
He smiles. 



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Do your little DO while you 
may — 

Yesterday is gone and Tomor- 
row never comes — 

So do your little DO Today. 

There is less trouble in a lean 
pocket-book than in a fat one. 

Touch thingfs with lightness — 
not lightening. 

Where the track is smooth and 

level. 
Is where vve often play the 

devil. 

Some people's brains are so 

damp that when they talk you 

hear nothing but the escape of 
warm steam. 



Woman should work to help 
Man work. 



Cheer up ! — it could be worse. 






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Very few of us are where we are 
because \ve belong there. 



The best way to do a thing is 
do it yourself . 

Love! son of man. Love some- 
thing! Without it, you are but 
moulded clav 



This fact There relate: 
Jealousy oft turns to hate, 
And therein we find our fate. 



There is no pleasure like know- 
ing each other, except, perhaps, 
telling each other. 



You have heard of brain fever 

but did 'jever heard of brain 

dampness / It's wusser 'en 

brain fever. If 'e got brain fever 
ju'd better gOvto the mountains. 

If 'e got brain dampness ju'd bet- 
ter g^o to c.^hnol. 



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Ah! Woman! Vain, deluded 

creature Bt only to wear lace, 

with a cosmeticipjcd face, a cor- 
setizcd waist and a cbco-cola-ciiocd 

taste wilt thou ever a^ain be 

Woman, pure and tender, loved, 
adored and protected by Man? 

It wouldn't do for some of us to 
stand before a multiplying mir- 
ror — we'd see too many devils, 



The lilt of a laugh rin^s out 

a-far, 
But the jilt of a lass sets the lilt 

ajar. 



Of all sad plights in this whole 

world, 
The saddest is this — a gig. soling 

girl. 



If a man sights it, then recites 
it, or writes it — immediately 
"Everybody's Doinj? It." 

"Business is ^business" only 
when it's a "square deal." 



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Egotism will out! 



Many people disappoint God„ 
Some few please Him. Some 
fewer still win His approving 
smiles. 



It takes a whole lot of spice to 
splice some folks out. 

Any old goose can cackle. 



Just about the time we are 
ready to declare the world is get- 
ting better, we read under the 
Society Head of our morning 
paper that Mrs, Hyheels across 
the street has purchased another 
poodle-dog. 

Ezra sez: 

There is some awful good 
people in the world — but a heap 
o' them make a lot o' racket over 
it. 



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It's a very easy thin^ to 'Vet 
there", but 'V^tlin^ there" and 
"stayinj^ there" are two different 
theres. You can go up to a bet- 
ter life but what are you going to 
do when you get to it — that's the 
test. 

Guing to bhnk or going to 

win it? 
Going to sink or going to 

swim it? 
Going to flop or going to try 

it? 
Going to step or going on by 
it? 



Who loves the scent of breeze- 
brushed hills— whose soul the love 
of Nature Alls, finds more to do 
than dozing in a Morris chair 
smoking and scratching his head 
where there ain't no hair. 

It were easier to make twenty 
New Year Resolutions for t.wentv 
persons than to be one of the 
twenty to cany out one of the 
Resolutions, 



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Ther reason ther 
ain't more sleight o' hand per- 
formers is because hit takes sense 
'stead o' main strength and awk- 
wardness to be one — but because 
a feller kin eat fifty yards o' rib- 
bon and pull a fifty cent piece out 
o' yer ear ain't nd sign o' sense, 



Blue skies, blue eyes, sweet 
smiles, 

A woman's love kisses— that's 
what makes the roses bloom, 

Build me a cabin, ye Air Castle 
Dreamer in that Land where Man 
spends less time accumulating 
riches-and more time getting ac- 
quainted with those who would 
be his friends. 



Love wants to give itself, 
Hate wants\ogive its>pelf, 



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A hobble-skirted wife and a 
substantial, self-respecting hus- 
band are soon parted; but the 
gum-chewing blonde and the base 
ball fan shall surely be found to- 
gether even unto the end of sum- 
mer. 



The girl who can patch a man's 
breeches and make good corn 
bread is worth more to the world 
than the girl who can eat bon- 
bons, play Schubert's serenade, 
permeate the surrounding atmos- 
phere with white-rose and 
helitrope and hold a poodle-dog 
in her lap all at the same time, and 
>et know nothing about donjestic 
economy. 

Contrast your work with the 
skies — how does it look up 
there "i 

"It's up \oyou'' if you don't 
make good, 

Use your Brain, mutt-head ! 



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True love is a funny little thing 
And does not always come with 

spring — 
It comes sometimes in winter. 
Sometimes it comes in fall, 
And when you are trying real 

hard to win her. 
It doesn't come at all! 



Did you ever want the ale' you 
could not drink? 

Or the thought you could not 
think? 

Or the friend you could not 
miss? 

Or the lass you could not kiss? 



Ezra says: 

Yer kain't always 
sometimes tellwhut's jist erround 
ther bend. 



Can yuu hit what you aim al? 
If not, you'd better keep on 
practising — you'll have to hit 
something some of these days. 



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The constnn* drii> of water 
wears the leak larger. 

Do you borrow or lend? 
Do you idle or spin? 
Do you forfeit or win? 
Do you live xv^\\\. or sin? 



Love is "fair speechless mes- 
sages" from bluest of eyes, 

Love is a sumnier under fairest 
of skies, 

Love is a life-long fountain of 
jf")y that ne'er dries. 

Love is what Heaven will be, 
for true iDve ne'er dies. 

Ezra says: 

Some folks follows 
vvusser things than ther noses. 

Where there's a way there's 
not always the will, 

Where there's a bill tliere''s 
not always the pay. 






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The world is made up of Push- 
ers and Pullers and Pilots. Al| 
three are necessary- to keep the 
wa^on rolling. If you are a Pilot, 
don't go to sleep; if you are a 
Puller, don't be a balker; if you 
are a Pusher don't hang on the 
back end. 

A tango, slango. bango sort of 
n girl isn'tvvorth a dango. 

Dutydoas not float around a- 

mong the stars it lies flat 

next the earth. 

No start, no end--- 
No heart, no friend. 

Ezra says: 

Mud ain't ther nnlv 
thing ver kin git stuck up in. 

Eternity w hen? 

Hereafter where? 



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A woman spends half her time 

keeping up with the styles and 

the other half keeping up with 
her husband. 



If a girl loves one, and onl}' one 
Should she then try to have 

some fun 
By telling two that she'll be 

true, 
And to a third give her word. 
To think of him the whole day 

through — 
In other words, to make it plain. 
Should she play a double gamt? 

Strange that folks who are al- 
ways "on the go" never get 
anywhere. 



Ezra e;avs: ? 

Yerkain't never tell 1 

whut a fellow believes by whut 1 

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"Clothes do not make the man" 
and it takes more than "sleeveless 
peek-a-boos" to make the woman. 

You might find it to be true that . 
nobody is as good as they would 
have you believe. 

Folks who stay in other folk's 
way will have other folk's bills to 
pav. 



Be yourself and then vou won't 
be somebody else. 

Aw, beat it! if yer ain't goin' 
ter do nothin'. 



A woman standing in the 

kitchen door 
Is worth two dancing on the 

ball room floor. 



He who would be exact must 
first learn the back track. 



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A stitch in time saves many a 
dime. 

Give what's in vou a chcince. 



Smile anyhow! Methtnks the 
anijels are always sm.ihn^^ — and 
there are no habits foimed in 
Heaven. 



Be the master of your imjjulses 
cr thev will he the master of you. 

Repetition is a false vNord. 
Ench risinti sun brings a wonder 
yet undiscovered, and the busy 
nnnd hnds no monotony in its 
discovery. 

Don't quibble, 
Don't hi^:^ie. 
Don't fibble, 
Don't ^i^iile. 

D1£AL FAIRLY. 



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Activity is Life. Idleness is 
Death. 



Get up and git! you heathen! 
Lying around is hard on the 
clothes. 

Only a ff^w succeed in keeping 
the mirjd in the right place at the 
right time. It's a wandeaing sort 
of thing and delights in its wan- 
derings. 

You may not reach 3'our goal 

today, 
]^>ut just keep on pecking 

away. 

Remember: Your earnmg de- 
pends on your learning. 

He who helps another, himself 
will help the further. 

HUSTLE ! 



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Most pfOjile climb the Ladder 
of Life after the n.anner in which 
an opossum cHmbs a persimmon 
tree --slopping when he comes 
upon what he wants. 

A woman's ton^Mie is Hke unto 
a stage road — it runs both ways. 

It is easier for a lame man to 
jump over the Isle of Wight than 
for a tight-wad to enter the 
Kingdom of Light. 



It's not icJiat you do in this 
world — it's how you do it. 



Give mie every bit of your love 
or don't give me any. 



If you are a little fellow, don't 
trv to shoot a big fellow's gun — 
you'll get kicked into the ditch 
every time. 

VENTURE ! 



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The falling leaves their message 

bring — 
That ev'ry life must have its 

spring 
Of bursting bucJs and bird-note 

lays, 
Then comes the heat of summer 

days 
That SDon are touched by nu- 

tumn's lilovv. 
When e\ es grow dim and foolstt. i»s 

slow. 



Smile nnd the world smiles with 
yon — look sour ;r.d you're leit 
alone. 



The less there ie: to talk about, 
the louder men are prone toshout. 



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Springtime and You 



Budlets swelling 
Each one telling 

Springtime's on the way! 
Bird-notes ringing, 
Brooklets singing — 

Oh, the world's so gay! 

Light and airy 
Like a fairy, 

All the South winds blow; 
Gently feeling, 
Gently stealing. 

O'er the fields they go. 

Once were sleeping, 
Now are peeping 

Tender violets blue; 
New life seeking — 
Love thoughts keeping. 

Each one grows for you. 



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When Evening Falls 



The sun draws iu his robes of light — 
'Tvvould be unkind to shine to bright — 
The day is yielding soon to night. 

A hush recalls 
The nightingale's sweet, pleasing plight — 
When evening falls. 

Fragrance in ro.sy folds is sent, 

While Cynthia's shimmer on earth ix bent, 

And nature's cooling dew is lent — 

For June enthralls 
With breath of f low'rs and sweet content — 
When ev'ning falls. 

I love to sit alone and brood, 

When thus by Visions fair I'm wooed, 

To haunts of sweet similitude, 

In Mem'ry's halls — 
Where dreams, in fondest fancy strewed — 

When ev'ning falls. 

Or else beneath the old beech tree, 
In .soft moonlight to sit with thee. 
And whisper love so silently. 

Thy presence draws 
My life to thine so mutually — 

When ev'ning falls. 

Oh, thus 'twill be, as 'cro.ss vhe tide. 
This bark of love shall swiftly glide. 
To anchor safe in harbors wide. 

On sapphire walls 
Our names we'll carve, each, side by side — 

When ev'ning falls. 



(45) 



For LoOe is of God 

I John 4 : 7 

For God is LoOe 



There is no day too long' 

When Love is strong — 
No test we hate, no task too gieat 

There are no harsh resounds 

Where I.ove a!)onnds — 
No wrongs retold, no en\'v oM 



There comes no dark disnia>- 

B u t Lo V e c a n stay — 
For Love is Lnv'en to ns from Hf-^aven, 



Worth-while Things 



Seek righteousness first 
Or thy soul will ihirst 

For fountains eternally flowing. 
Lift the eyes a-high 
Or thy aight will die 

For sunbeams so joyfully glowing. 

Fill the day with sonf{ 
Or thy heart will long 

For melodies of rest at its close. 
Be free from all stain 
Or thy life will wane 

For virtue that self-mastery knows. 



(47) 



In the Depths ot Sifence 

There comes the sweep of subdued awakings 
In the shaded track of the speechless forest. 

The piercing surging voices of the throng 
Are closed behind us in a solomn hush, 
And the grating tumult of passing years 
Sleeps in the swaying silence of the trees. 

Cutoff, in purer latitudes of thought 
Beyond the clutches of the world, are we, 
From consuming grip of swirling passions 
That sway the hearts of men — their wills iuthrall. 

Off m stilly regions cf deepening dusk 
Expectant Visions float; and, dimly seen. 
Dream-clouds wander above the forest depths, 
Illumed by the twinkling silver of the stars. 

The night comes through the trees The noiseless i(.lds 
Of darkness deepen about us, while from 
Out the depths of silence come low whisper'd 
Anthems of angel bands among the stars. 

The voice of Conscience speaks. Its echo rings 
Across the silent ocean of the Soul, 
And, calmed by meditative thoughts of God, 
Reverberates a song of perfect peace. 



48 



On Bethlehem's Plain 

The eveuing air grovfs chill, the shepherd calls 

Sound out across the plain; 
The flocks draw closer in as darkness tails, 

And silence now begins to reign. 

From toil the day's discordant clamors cease. 

While strife and turmoil die; 
The starlit fields of night are hushed in peace 

For angels sing on high. 

And lo! from out the stars a chorus comes. 

With tides of joy to send; 
Across the plains of Tim ■ its echc runs — 

"On earth, good will toward men.' 



(49) 



A Prayer 



Keep me from loviug worldly thia,s;s: 

My faith steadfast — 
Keep me from vice and sin that stings. 

Is all I ask. 

May all my life to Thee be ^^iv'n: 

Thy will my task — 
May all I do be done for Heav'n, 

Is all I ask. 

And, oh, may this my glory be. 

When I breathe last — 
My Christ, my God, to dwell with Thee! 

is all I ask. 



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RUSKIN TENN. 



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Resort, Entire village owned and 
controlled by school. No tobacco sold 
in the place. No football, etc. 



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water. Matchless beauty '4nd grandeur. 



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and Conservatory. 7 Music teachers. 
Takes only 200. Steam heat. electricity, 
water system, f*tc. No evils of city. Write 
for free year book. 

Address RUSKIN-CAVE COLLEGE 

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